Of Stone.

Take me to that place;Where I can beg You for mercyDon't let me slip silenty back into that comaWhere blood flowed from my eyesAnd tears from my scarsI thought I'd eliminated that word from vocabularyAnd it turns out it's been the sameHolding the keys, yet not knowing how to turn the lockI've attached wires from my eyes to my HeartThe beating is in my eyesAnd the sick irony overtakes mePulling at my lipsPushing me forwardsI sit back and I close my mouthI open and the words gush outI cannot continue to stamp on my Heart any longerTears form in the pit of my eyeIs this where I stand?I will repeat this againThis I know to be almost certainAnd yet I sit alone, begging for a fresh startI don't deserve one.My wishes run through my broken mindMy ruins, that I run through with a knifeI've become a murdererAnd I've murdered myselfI pray for forgiveness

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